Winters vista’s

You can bet your bottom dollar
The snowflakes from the sky
Are making our world beautiful
The green grass fighting shy
How come, it isn’t Christmas
In certain parts we hear
Christianity is being cancelled
So the goddess makes it clear
Snow the clean white flake of Winter
Messaging our land
Get out your toboggans
Snowmen understand
Coal for eyes a carrot nose
Will soon take things to task
Gardens taken over
Where in frosty vista’s bask
Traditional wintry splendour
The winter fuel cut too
Starmers in Brazil we hear
He hasn’t got a clue
Wrapped up in our winter clothes
Huddled around a fire
Not switched on a bit like him
Britain feels so dire